"Nigga Dreams" lyrics
Steelo & Vic Mensa Lyrics
Black man what you want that you ain't achieved yet
What you think you owed that you still haven't received yet
Reparations 40 acres and a mule Jesus
If we give you all of that then what would that leave us
I don't give a fuck what it leave
I want a Rari Truck and a Bitch with some D's
Less headlines for your clicks and reads
My niggas locked for the blick to be free
Get a whiff of weed
Taken exotic trips overseas
Peek at the Mona-Lisa coastin in that Pista
Go easy on the sweetener
Talkin to my Barista
Every King deserve a Queen
Waiting on my Latifah
Black Folks when it comes to all we done it
No wonder why the other guys telling lies
They haunted no surprise open eyes televised and flaunt it
Maximize off of mine every vibe they want it
For even only a second I wanna live in my dreams
Probably too good to be true if it's as good as it seems
No matter how much we owed that don't mean a thing
The game is honestly rigged & they cheating my team
Black man what you want that you ain't achieved yet
What you think you owed that you still haven't received yet
Reparations 40 acres and a mule Jesus
If we give you all of that then what would that leave us
I used to have dreams of whipping a tangerine Lamborghini
Pushing up through the p where the gang members is kings
It's complicated, skating that boi like Avril Lavigne
In the trenches surrounded by fiends
Look
I always had dreams of interrupting generational poverty
Inspirational thoughts of me
Lifting my family in Ghana out of slaving for 20 dollars a week in salary
By sending the seeds to colleges
Somewhere along the line the dreams turned into nightmare
Nightmare of not being good enough
Nightmare of the years they imprisoned us
The fear of being gunned down by some young clown with his hoodie up
Made me run round with the semi-tucked
I never coulda dreamed I'd have multiple gun cases
I felt that as a positive rapper the streets would have to respect
The energy I gave them and return the favor
I never dreamed how that would change when I earned paper
As a teen I dreamed I'd be on the worlds stages
Made it really happen
Made a milli rapping then made a name off the exotic like carol baskins
Some my dreamers turned into bodies to fill caskets
I wonder if they dream from the grave
I am my ancestors imagination the dreams of the slaves
With visions of breaking free from the cage
Where we was kept from reading and writing so I spit a dream on the page
Black man
Black man what you want that you ain't achieved yet
What you think you owed that you still haven't received yet
Reparations 40 acres and a mule Jesus
If we give you all of that then what would that leave us
What you think you owed that you still haven't received yet
Reparations 40 acres and a mule Jesus
If we give you all of that then what would that leave us
I don't give a fuck what it leave
I want a Rari Truck and a Bitch with some D's
Less headlines for your clicks and reads
My niggas locked for the blick to be free
Get a whiff of weed
Taken exotic trips overseas
Peek at the Mona-Lisa coastin in that Pista
Go easy on the sweetener
Talkin to my Barista
Every King deserve a Queen
Waiting on my Latifah
Black Folks when it comes to all we done it
No wonder why the other guys telling lies
They haunted no surprise open eyes televised and flaunt it
Maximize off of mine every vibe they want it
For even only a second I wanna live in my dreams
Probably too good to be true if it's as good as it seems
No matter how much we owed that don't mean a thing
The game is honestly rigged & they cheating my team
Black man what you want that you ain't achieved yet
What you think you owed that you still haven't received yet
Reparations 40 acres and a mule Jesus
If we give you all of that then what would that leave us
I used to have dreams of whipping a tangerine Lamborghini
Pushing up through the p where the gang members is kings
It's complicated, skating that boi like Avril Lavigne
In the trenches surrounded by fiends
Look
I always had dreams of interrupting generational poverty
Inspirational thoughts of me
Lifting my family in Ghana out of slaving for 20 dollars a week in salary
By sending the seeds to colleges
Somewhere along the line the dreams turned into nightmare
Nightmare of not being good enough
Nightmare of the years they imprisoned us
The fear of being gunned down by some young clown with his hoodie up
Made me run round with the semi-tucked
I never coulda dreamed I'd have multiple gun cases
I felt that as a positive rapper the streets would have to respect
The energy I gave them and return the favor
I never dreamed how that would change when I earned paper
As a teen I dreamed I'd be on the worlds stages
Made it really happen
Made a milli rapping then made a name off the exotic like carol baskins
Some my dreamers turned into bodies to fill caskets
I wonder if they dream from the grave
I am my ancestors imagination the dreams of the slaves
With visions of breaking free from the cage
Where we was kept from reading and writing so I spit a dream on the page
Black man
Black man what you want that you ain't achieved yet
What you think you owed that you still haven't received yet
Reparations 40 acres and a mule Jesus
If we give you all of that then what would that leave us
